“Nor Trumpets Nor Piccolos”

(May 13, 2018)

Never Trump-ets sound

more like shrill, sharp piccolos

than when brass horns in.*

(Allegory? Perhaps. Sometimes the music attending Donald J. Trump is not his own but from a peanut-shell band playing unsyncopated and off-key as if there were more than one set of big brasses battling their separate causes. And the critics moan. Why, of why, does he not put a stop to this? Perhaps it is, simply, because it pleases him to let the mice argue over The Cheese as he contemplates a wider banquet? Perhaps. Just perhaps.)